Aunt Wang knew that Pei Yibai would take Song Weiyi back to the hospital in the city tonight, so she only needed to prepare all three meals for Song Weiyi for the day.
Early in the morning, the vegetable farmers who supplied the hospital kitchen provided fresh vegetables, while the meat was personally purchased by Aunt Wang from a supermarket outside the hospital.
At 6:30 a.m., Aunt Wang started to simmer the pork rib congee.
It took two hours to cook a pot of congee properly.
Because it took so long, a trip to the supermarket and back only took five minutes, Aunt Wang washed her hands and decided to buy some flour to knead dough and steam two baskets of buns later.
It was only when Aunt Wang reached the corridor on the first floor that she felt her pockets were empty; she had left her wallet in the small kitchen.
"This old lady, my memory is getting worse and worse," Aunt Wang muttered to herself as she turned back.
